Loving Life...Finally

Loving Life….Finally

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the People, Places, Names, or Ideas that go with the Harry Potter series. I only own the basic plot idea for this particular storie

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A dark haired boy lies on the ground, arms spread. His usually calm and caring gray eyes are open but unusually empty. A simple flash of green light had taken his young life. Nearby him, lies a boy, about three years younger, crouched on the ground head in his hands biting back a scream of pain. The pain can only mean one thing…he's here.

Then theirs black...there's nothing.

A moment later, the same boy is on the floor surrounded by unknown figures, hooded and cloaked. He watches hopelessly as his friend, a rather round boy, shrieks in pain. He knows what they want…but he knows it's too important to hand over. All that the young boy sees not long after is a man taunting one of the hooded figures. The man's eyes opens in surprise as he's hit with a red flash of light. He slips through an odd archway. But where'd he go? He was just here! The boy runs after him, only to be held back by some one, “He's gone, Harry, He's gone” the voice says. But that can't be true; he's only just gone through!

A sharp pain erupts in his head as he taunts the woman who sent his godfather through the archway. Through the pain, he can feel himself talking, but why would he say those words? Why would he taunt the white bearded man in front of him? Why would he tell the man to kill him? And why does talking hurt so much? Then all the physical pain is gone…only to be replaced by realization and more, much more pain. As he lies on the floor he realizes that this pain is far worse than the former…this pain flows too deep to explain.

Another moment of black.

He sees a figure standing in front of him. He recognizes the Bone white face and the pitiless crimson eyes. This is it; he knows this is what all the pain in his young life has prepared him for; he knows that this is the one chance he has to end it all. He looks to his left a young man stands by his side, shaggy red hair and incredibly freckly, his golden eyes are narrowed as the figure approaches. He looks to his right and sees a beautiful young woman, bushy brown hair and determined hazel eyes. She grasps her wand firmly and prepares for the fight. He knows that their being at his side will make all the difference in the world.

The final battle that took a lifetime to prepare for took only an hour to commence. In the end the boy-no, the man, stands over his foe, wand grasped firmly. The bone white face contorted in fear, the crimson eyes narrowed in pure hate. The white-faced man knows he's been defeated. The young man looks to either side; they are still there, they never left. He smiles to them both, and they return it. "It's over Voldemort, you will never be seen again. You will never shatter another family or take another life. You're time is over." he says and in a flash of light the man is no longer in pain, and as he said, no longer able to harm anyone.

The young man looks up at his friends and sighs. The war had been long and there had been many losses, but the final battle, was over. He let himself collapse from the exhaustion of the last eighteen years of his life but felt two sets of arms catch him; he knew for the first time in his life, he was safe.

Harry Potter woke up and looked around him. It had been nearly a year and a half since that dreadful yet joyful day. The clock sitting on the table said 2:30 am. He smiled as his eyes rested on the rounded sleeping figure with bushy brown hair and hazel eyes, that where peacefully closed, next to him. She had never left his side, never once. Hermione Potter carried his world inside her, and made up everything he ever wanted in life.

And the redhead? He lived just one house down with his family that was quickly growing. But that made no difference, they were all a family. Ron Weasley was the best friend anyone could want.

Harry Potter smiled; he truly was a lucky man

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